The Word


“Man, this looks good!”, thought Ryan when he was finished. Sure, black wasn’t his colour, the hat heated his head like hell, and don’t even get started on the pantyhose, but the person in the mirror wasn’t him. It was his emo-gothic-whatever sister, down to dark crimson nail polish and the pale complexion enriched with dark lipstick and eye shades. When he started playing around with Emma’s closet, he expected a close resemblance, but achieved utter perfection. Continue reading


I remember the first time I’ve gone to a circus. Only five or six, surrounded by all the sound and color and music of that magic land that achieved the magnificent impossibility that is being more surreal than the imagination of a little boy. I wasn’t up to it at first. It was probably a Sunday, and I wanted to stay home and have ice cream. We had already been at a park the day before and to a party that same week, all that social activity was interfering with my strict cartoon habits. My parents spent a good hour convincing me. They tried everything, explaining in detail how there would be trapeze artists, a bunch of clowns, magicians, an elephant doing tricks like a dog. They resorted to comparing everything with the colorfulness and noisiness of the cartoons I was starting to get up to date with. Nothing worked. Not even promising the most delicious ice cream I would ever have. Continue reading

The Compass

A 20-minute drive and more or less the same time walking, and we were near some of the most amazing caves in the world. Close enough for my parents to carry me there almost every weekend. Then again, considering you can cross the country by car in little more than 8 hours, there’s nothing really that far away in Iceland. My folks loved exploring the caves, discovering the beautiful crystals and photographing the red rocks formed by lava. I liked the ones with an internal lake, the waters always still and clear. It is a shame we are not allowed to swim there. I understand now it is probably because of acidity and temperature, but for a while as a child I was just upset with the Hidden Folk, for they wouldn’t allow me to dive in their pools. Continue reading


He is sitting on the floor of his apartment’s office, his legs crossed over each other, his hands gently positioned at his lap. He takes deep, slow breaths, in such a cadence only listening to it would make anyone calmer. There is a sound on the background, a chanting, so low it’s barely there. After almost a month of practicing, Liam finally gets how to let his mind wander, to just accompany the flow, and experiences the mindfulness he so was so eager to achieve. Continue reading

What do you think of, when you think of love?

At first, it was intended to stop crime, in particular white-collar schemes. Well, it succeeded, but it seems no one entertained the thought of the possible side effects such an apparatus could have on society. When they first introduced the machine, it was supposed to be the ultimate lie detector – or the first actual one, since polygraph tests had long been discredited. The point was to catch evildoers before they could perform their evildoing. It didn’t take long for politicians to fear the machine, and to society to demand all elected figures to pass under the scrutiny of it. Corruption was put on hold, and soon after any kind of crime had a hard time because of the amazing mechanism. From expensive and impractical to the common person, it quickly became widely available, once the technology allowed for cheap production and portability. Continue reading

On the Hill

I was up the hill, watching the passengers going on the train that would lead them to the next town, as I had done several times. I watched the coming and going of people and luggage, families saying goodbye, workmen checking the cars, tightening screws, oiling. I liked the small station’s particular rhythm that time of the year. Early in the morning, before the train arrival, the few people there would be sitting on the benches, some reading newspapers, others inspecting their baggage, one impatient standing up, checking his watch every three minutes, some times a mother rocking a baby. Continue reading